My little log cabin by the stream

Collected by Ellen G. Ledbetter Sung by Mrs. J. A. Pratt
Quinton, Okla.
For M. C. Parler June 24, 1960
Reel 385, Item 2
MY LITTLE LOG CABIN BY THE STREAM
Way down in Ole Kentucky it was many years ago
Where we use to hunt the possum and the coon
And the darkeys they would gather
And have a little dance
When my banjo and my guitar was in tune.
Chorus
But it's lay away the fiddle The guitar on the wall Lay away the bow and tamberene.
Since death has taken off my Rose,
The only flower that bloomed
In my little ole log cabin by the stream.
But no more we see those merry happy days of yore Those little darkies playing on the green Since death taken off my Rose the only flower That bloomed in my little ole log cabin by the stream.
Oh I shall never forget the day
When together we did play
When we roamed over hills and dale,
We would listen to the mocking birds a-singing far away, As we would listen to the clattering of the mill.
Chorus.

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Collected by Ellen G. Ledbetter Sung by Mrs. J. A. Pratt
Quinton, Okla.
For M. C. Parler June 24, 1960
Reel 385, Item 2
MY LITTLE LOG CABIN BY THE STREAM
Way down in Ole Kentucky it was many years ago
Where we use to hunt the possum and the coon
And the darkeys they would gather
And have a little dance
When my banjo and my guitar was in tune.
Chorus
But it's lay away the fiddle The guitar on the wall Lay away the bow and tamberene.
Since death has taken off my Rose,
The only flower that bloomed
In my little ole log cabin by the stream.
But no more we see those merry happy days of yore Those little darkies playing on the green Since death taken off my Rose the only flower That bloomed in my little ole log cabin by the stream.
Oh I shall never forget the day
When together we did play
When we roamed over hills and dale,
We would listen to the mocking birds a-singing far away, As we would listen to the clattering of the mill.
Chorus.